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Friday, 10 April 2015

days 7, 8, 9

07/04/2015


D-day for the dawg.
Short cut.
Cut short.
Skin head.
Snipped and razored.
Puppyfied.

2 hours later.
All a dither.
Waggy tail.
Clipped.
Clean and happy.
Cuddlyfied.




08/04/2015

Back to work,
Easter break
no eggs [I know I’ve said].
PC on, emails in
daily grind begins
over porridge oats and tea.

Phone rings.
Emails ping.
Facebook interrupts,
grabs attention,
funny jokes,
happy news.
Diversion.

Clock strikes 5
leave in light
sun is shining warm.
Inviting.
Work? Hmmmm.
Begin again.
Tomorrow.

09/04/2015

Exciting day with fun to come,
to see the Salford One:
The Bard himself,
John Cooper Clarke.

Will words flow on distant dereliction,
or feisty forms frisson forth?
Will it inflict upon me
like a knife twisting words,
into my brain?